Thursday, October 7, 2010

On The Driver's Side

I told my Mom the other day while in the middle of a crying jag, that all hospitals should supply newborns with guides on how to live a life. Sure, some would say the Bible, Quran or Bhagavad Gītā would be the guide. But no. I'm talking about a guide on how to pick a mechanic, a lover, balance your checkbook and survive the event of running over a cat with your car ( this is new for I ran over a black and white cat this very night, and I don't have the immediate talents to deal with it. I needed help as I picked up the still warm body from the road with my bare hands. I sobbed and sobbed as kind neighbors stopped, put on their hazards so he wouldn't be run over repeatedly until my parents showed up to help me remove him from the scene. ) Everyday guidance is the kind I am talking about. Useful. Applicable.

Her reply was that they couldn't. There would be no way to give a guide to everyone that would work, because everyone would need it to be different. No universal guide. She said it so simply, and it was more profound than she knew. Or knows.

In Hitchhiker speak, the answer is 42. The question? No one knows.

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